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But ugh, the creeps—those guys pissed me off! Saw one hagglin’ like she’s a used car. Wanted to zap him to Helheim. “Respect the hustle, you toad!” I yelled in my head. Didn’t tho—too much paperwork. Still, the nerve! Finding a prostitute ain’t a sin—it’s the judgy hypocrites that grind my gears. Like, chill, Frank, “You’re not the only one”—everyone’s got secrets!

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Now, people think my massage business is just body rubs – nah, it's all 'bout connection. I sometimes chat with regulars 'bout these nooks and crannies. "Inside Llewyn Davis", man, like when Llewyn said, "No, not today!"—that spirit here is real. The neighborhood of East Dacula is a bit rough ever so sometimes, but it's got heart. Heck, the gritty underbelly? It's like a secret world. Who knew you could find raw art in a back alley?

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